The spark of light

The stares

The giggles

Not having to put up much of a fight

The care free way you look at me.

Creating life inside your own mind for me.

Desired

The thoughts

The lust

The energy

Craving me in ways only you can explain

Fighting the thought of never having me.

Yet so gently caressing the notion of me, you; us.

I want what you think of me,

Refreshing.